"Problem? What problem?" Mommy said seemingly more sober.

"I do not have a boner, Mommy," Franklin Prattford said.

The young man curled up his mouth into a nasty little smirk.

"How long before you can get hard again?" Mommy questioned.

"Now that all depends, you drunken old hag," Franklin Prattford said.

"On what does it depend, boy?" Mommy inquired anxiously.

"It depends on how much help you will give me," he said.

"I will give you all of the help you need," Mommy said.

Bambi Starr was having a surprisingly good time watching.

"You will go down on me, Mommy?" Franklin Prattford asked.

"Of course. I'll slap some expert skull on you," Mommy said.

Mommy rubbed the outhouse ring on her ass. She was nude.

"I can feel my balls starting to ache already," the young man said.

The cute little slut was having a good time listening as well.

"I will make that ache in your balls grow," Mommy hissed.

"You are like an animal, an animal in heat," he said.

Mommy did not seem to him so much like an old hag anymore.

"Oooooooooh, you are such a sexual animal, Mommy," he said.

Mommy licked and sucked at Franklin Prattford's flaccid pecker.

"I can see your cock starting to grow," Bambi Starr said.

"I can feel my cock starting to grow," Franklin Prattford said.

"I can feel it too," Mommy exclaimed breathlessly.

Mommy then went back to work with her remarkably talented mouth.

"Ohhhhhhh, you are going to make me hard, Mommy," he said.

Mommy did not mind Franklin Prattford calling her Mommy.

"Mommy's mouth is stretching open," Bambi Starr observed.

Then Franklin Prattford pulled her mouth off of his cock.

"Franklin?" Mommy said. Her voice was as smooth as silk.

"Yes, Mommy?" Franklin Prattford said, licking his lips.